Aedan and Tela Venenatus
A small clearing, a short distance west of the city of Irontooth. 7/2, the season of Earth.
An abandoned tunnel exits onto the clearing. Excluding the city, all around is hilly woodland, dotted with spurs of rock like the one in which the mine is situated.
There is a crash from the forest, causing a nearby dwarven hunter to look up from his work. Smelling smoke, he is torn between fleeing and approaching. In the end, he decides he needs to investigate. It will be a good story for the tavern tonight.
He pushes through the woods as he draws closer, and is greeted by the Blackwood mines. A long abandoned coal shaft runs steeply down into the rock face that covers one side of the clearing. Between this and the hunter, however, is a crater. The thing is shallow, but charred. That’s what’s causing the smell. Smoke floods the air here, and as the hunter turns to depart he sees a shape shift in the shadows, and then another. He takes a step back as they step forward.
The first looks like a normal man, plain but for some kind of unearthly beauty. He is dressed in a simple robe, although there is something not quite right about it. Then the dwarf notices there are no stitch marks, and no signs that a tailor ever even laid their hands on the cloth. This line of thought is interrupted by the second figure. His first thought is that she is just an attractive human, until he notices her lower half. Then he takes a second step back, because below the waist she is a spider. he stands there, indecisive as to whether to run or to stay.
Maximus Augustus Xelion
A back alley of the marketplace of ‘Central city.’ 7/2, the season of Earth.
The alley is quiet, for the time being. Only the stall holders are present.
The stall crumples beneath the force of your impact. the lack of resistance implies it wasn’t occupied, although there is no way to be sure. You push yourself to your feet with your cane, pulling out the pocket watch and taking note of the early hour. Despite this, it is still bright, and the air is touched with a light mist, no doubt from the proximity to the world spring, which you can just see over the rooftops of the nearby buildings.
As you dust off your robe, a small group of spectators begins to gather. they watch in silence as you straighten up to a head taller than them, and survey them. There are five, a small group, but guaranteed to attract more in this populated a region. Two men, and three women. One of the women has a young babe with her, which starts to cry as you watch. The two men appear to be friends, and one of the women appears to be the wife of one of them. Of the other two women, one is an old woman, kindly looking, and the other the mother, plump in her middle age.
Shistus primulus
A valley in the remote Valdar region. 7/2, the season of Earth.
The area is mostly uninhabited, and usually quiet except for the odd hunter with grandiose ideas.
No one is around to see you fall. Even the air itself seems still. But the air is fresh, at least. A small stream trickles beside your feet, and in the distance there is the gentle roar of a distant waterfall. The valley sides are dotted with scree and shrubs, the occasional game trail deceiving the eye into believing there is a path. A short way off, a skull, seemingly of ogre origin, sits jauntily on top of a low rock, a slight crack showing that it tumbled there naturally. A short way beyond this is a grotto, from which a spring bubbles forth water into the trickle besides you. It is empty except for a small pile of fresh ash in the corner, neatly swept away.
Ashu-karn
An otherwise empty region of the northern swamps - a temperate area, hostile to life. 7/2, the season of Earth.
A young child is the first to find the crater. It runs off immediately, dragging it’s mother with it. A moment later, and your mind adapts to their language.
‘- careful. It is dangerous outside of the village. Run back now.’ The child obeys to an extent, jogging out of her line of sight and hiding behind a tree there. The woman is unable to restrain her curiosity either. She places her hand in the veil of steam, only to yelp at it’s heat. Waving the limb, the cloud begins to dissipate. She must be brave to stay put when you are revealed. the child is also a brave one, ducking behind the tree completely but staying frozen. She speaks, a soft, sing song voice as one might try to use to placate a beast. ‘Please. Don’t hurt Kimba.’
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